Taste of Tears

the tears clearer then the flawless dew born in a dawn came to gather together to become an overflowing spring, flowing as the water in the brook each carrying their own stories all tears are, though evil ones are impure, clear and flawless: the taste of a woman’s tears who nursing a grudge against her abuser is sour the taste of tears of a woman who holding a stillborn baby in her arms is bitter the taste of tears of a man who is thrown into jail under a false accusation is astringent the taste of tears that come with a shout of joy is sweet in any case, the taste of penitent tears with breast-beating is pungent at last, all tears flow into the sea; the heart of the sea is wider than the water her understanding of everyone's thoughts are deeper than the water, is that why sea water tastes salty?